Thursday, February 26, 2009
I was going to cut out a new copy of my old stencil self portrait cuz it was looking pretty tired and close to death, possibly inspired by my little guest appearence on flickr, when I realized that I´m way better at this crap than I was two years ago. So I gave my self portrait a little makeover and then sprayed it all over my block in Buenos Aires, kinda like a dog pissing on his territory.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I went to take pictures of one of my bodyless girl stencils a couple of weeks after painting them. As I approached the spot I already had my camera out for a quick snap and run, but when I got to the first stencil I realized some asshole had painted red splotches all over the eyes. I walk to the second and third stencil and all of them had been vandalized! There were three men standing in front and they asked me if I was the one who painted them. And I was all like, nooooo, I just saw it before and came back to take a picture. I don´t think they believed me cuz they asked me what they meant, twice. And I said I don´t know I just wanted to take a picture but they were ruined. They told me it was their place and that they came one morning and the stencils were there and that it´s too bad they were ruined now. I kinda excused my self and ran away before I realized that they actually liked the stencils and probably would have been all enthousiatic if I had fessed up. I told my friend Robert, my stencilling police watchman, and he said that his dad is friends with the guys at that shop and that they had told his dad that they were super stoaked about the stencils outside their shop and said things like, aw, look at the detail on the little fingers. I thought that was kinda cool, that people can actually like the junk you paint on their property without their consent.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Finally after getting caught by the cops and painting it on a shitty piece of wood, my mural idea got put where it belongs, on a real dead wall. This is in Hollywood in Cambodia, this ´´street bar´´ in Buenos Aires where I´m helping out every once in a while.
Here´s some context and a chair for size. The mural to the right is by a guy named Piraña. Above are some lighter stencils by Valentina, and to the right of Piraña is Valentina and Santiago´s mural that was already posted on the blog.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
The last cube deals with one of those mysteries that nobody seems to be able to figure out. The achy, breaky heart. I imagined there being a larva in your heart and it grows and develops slowly as you fall in love and get your heart broken over and over again. I mean there is no single meaning to life, so life is just a process like the metamorphosis of this weird heart bug, the germination of that idea or the hatchling guy. So, there you go (Toby).
Cube the second. This is how I imagine an idea springing forth in the brain. The brain is so complex, the idea travels through your mind on a discombobulated path, turning around memories, positive and negative experiences, fueling on all of them to create the conclusive idea, which is only formulated once it has been released out of your mind (usually through your mouth or some action), or in this case a lotus.
Lately I have gotten really really obsessed with the passage of time, and been preoccupied with a lot of stupid deep questions, which probably means I have been spending way too much time in my head. So I decided to do 3 cube paintings, showing an idea progressing, transformation of emotions and flow of time and space . It started out being my take on some of the main human forces in life or something. Anyways, Toby , you've kinda been kicking my ass on the blog ( you hobo), so I decided to post one of these cubes ASAP. They've been taking forever, painting and drying all 6 sides, but I really got stuck on the whole 3D thing.
So, Check it:
So, Check it: